Blind dates are funny. You never know what is going to happen. You are told they are handsome. You are told their profession. But some things are left out for you to discover. It’s like a gift that you get to unwrap slowly. Peeling back the wrapping paper. Sometimes it’s like an onion and not a gift at all.
It’s was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and I was meeting a handsome man for a hike. I enjoy being out in nature and this seemed right up my alley.
He was tall. Much taller than me. Gentle eyes, warm smile. Blonde. Very good looking. And he kissed me. I melted.
After our little hike, he asked if I wanted to come over to use his home gym. We could get all sweaty at his place. Perhaps another day. I don’t want to appear too easy.
him: “Just let me know when and I’ll let the Mrs know.”
me: “You are married?”
him: “It’s complicated but yes.”
him: “Open marriage.”
me: “And she is aware of this?”
him: “Yes. Sometimes she watches.”
Oh my. This isn’t what I was expecting. This wasn’t a gift….it was an onion. A very complicated onion.